I was thinking there were still only three weapons.There were men with bullhorns on the shore hollering for them to give up.I crossed to the other sid...e of the double doors and got ready. I pulled the pin of the grenade, and using my right hand, I pushed the door open and tossed the grenade inside. I heard a lot of crashing for a second then the grenade went off and the double doors were blown off.The Bureau agent and I hit the doorway at the same time, trying to identify any possible. His lank hair crawled with lice and the burlap rags he used as clothes, infested with fleas. His body bore a multitude of fleabites and the marks, both old and recent, of a whip's lash. For a boy of about 12 years of age, he was extremely tall, probably close to six feet and due to the near starvation diet forced on him by his keeper, cadaverously thin. A cage of iron bars was the place he called his home and the place of his ultimate humiliation. He traveled with a band of gypsies as the main. I looked down at sis and before I could ask she said "this morning I talked to Nora on the telephone before you were awake. She was so excited and also frightened, I asked her over and she hid in the house; I am so sorry Daddy Master" and her eyes looked so sad.Nora moved forward and knelt "Please Daddy take me as your slave also. I saw this morning how happy Samantha is, how she responds to you, laughs and smiles, how you fuck her and user as a slut. I think a brother and sister romance is so. It was in an especially idyllic location, situated practically on St James’ Beach, with only a quiet road and a single-track railway line between it and the sea. My window looked out directly onto the wide expanse of the bay, where Janet said that whales could be seen at the right time of year. A row of brightly-painted beach huts gave an attractive splash of colour, just visible through the palm trees. Just a few miles away from the lively, cosmopolitan centre of Cape Town, it felt like.